They thought my record was a little suspicious and were trying to see if I was doing anything wrong." But you haven't been," she protested sternly. Ni...na was well aware of my prowess at picking stocks. She used to express doubt that I was committing so much of our net worth to a particular issue but she'd long since learned to trust my "instincts". How could she argue with constant success? If she had any suspicions about where my knowledge was coming from, if she ever thought it was more than. No. My pash were for newsreaders; older men with authority and confidence. Groomed and worldly-wise. One in particular, Reggie, used to read the news with a cute, confident drawl and ending with a lop-sided grin that made my heart flutter. Oh, yes. We would bump into each other on his holiday here in my town on the south coast, sweep me up into his arms and whisk me back to his smart Chelsea apartment where we'd mingle night after night with the Tele-stocracy, drinking and dancing.... My. I waited patiently till my name was called again."Okay Steve, you can open your eyes."When I opened my eyes, they opened wide. She was standing in front of me with a 8 inch strap on attached to her waist. The harness was made of leather. She asked me if I was okay with it and I agreed by nodding my head. There was no turning back now. She was in control and I loved it. She was about to fulfill one of my deepest fantasies."Lean over the bed, and relax. You won't be disappointed." Yes mistress."I. .. that's it. Not to pleasure myself. I just want to see howdeep my pocket thing was. It didn't hurt and sometimes it felt ok youknow? Like when I stuck it in as far as I could. It was probably like10 inches or so. I used it like a science project tool thing. You knowwhat I mean?Katie just looked at me with a look of disgust as she realized I hadused that "thing" to masturbate like a woman."Yea, sure, like a long scientific tool thing, PAULA."Before I could explain any further our kidnapper.